Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 151 Your Gods Love Blood, Then Return His Blood
Time went back to about half an hour ago, in the last fortress of the city, the bombs flew across the sky, the sound of cracking the air and the adamantine fortress made by the Mechanicus were punched into obvious holes, the human weapons that exploded in two stages had The destructive power is enough to split a loyal mortal in two, even if the firing port designed by Mechanics for the castle is only the size of a gun barrel and an eye.

The precision of the space warrior surpasses the ability of human thinking, accurate, deadly, when the loyal soldier his weapon and his arm were exploded by a bomb, he collapsed on the ground, the loyal still did not die, he lifted his partner , where the gun is held, there is no palm, white bones and broken muscles. The collapsed laser gun is like his fate, and there is no possibility of fighting.

He didn't shout, didn't scream, just looked at the disabled arm scorched by the heat of the bomb and considered how he would dedicate himself to the Emperor next.

The medical team brought artificial skin and hemostatic agent, he said without saying a word, but said when the military doctor took out the painkiller. "This, don't give it to me, I can't get the gun, give it to someone else." Although he must be in pain, as long as he lives, it doesn't matter.

If a painkiller can prolong the war and kill one more traitor, then it will be better than his pain. In this crazy arena, no matter what it is, noble or low, powerful or ordinary, it is a trapped beast .

But no matter how dedicated a soldier is, he can't change the decadence of the war. The radio was shut down for unknown reasons, and the imperial guards everywhere in the huge fortress could only fight alone. If the Skadi hadn't experienced similar situations for a long time, they probably already Retreat out of fear.

The void shield has stopped, the servants and priests of the Mechanicism have also fallen into a shutdown, and the protective power has dropped on a large scale. Only the basic power weapons can still operate, and the complex equipment involving the strong machine soul has all fallen into a strange silence.

He can also understand that Phraxia will not abandon their war engine, they must stand by and wait for the machine soul to recover, although their infantry combat effectiveness is not too bad, but that means the machine that represents the honor of the empire will be left unattended .

And if the machine soul can be activated, the situation on the battlefield will change instantly, and a Lemanus can also bring a lot of hope, allowing the traitors to taste the pain.

The second lieutenant could only wait, and the Knight Titan in the mechanical fortress could not be activated. The strange electromagnetic interference made the machine souls completely lose their vitality, as if they were dead.

When the Man of Steel failed to move, the Imperial Guard could only use blood and flesh to drive victory, they held weapons like walls, and exchanged flames and projectiles, lives and sacrifices for the traitors' slightly slower footsteps.

The flame of life is burning on the pitch-black fortress. In each of its shooting holes, the composition is extremely strong, but the traitors are in order, the assault team, the tactical team, the chaos destroyers, and the blasting bombs can be connected Bunkers blast mortals apart, and heavy plasma guns can melt adamantine walls.

Loyalists die all the time, but traitors stagger here and keep moving forward. Merovingian's powerful psychic power is also spreading, but Vingar is not happy. Merovingian can't cover the imperial armor several kilometers away. Force, but it is using all of its psychic power to drive those forces.

One day, if they can't take this place, they have to give up, otherwise the Merovingian who has used up his spiritual power will be exposed to the fire of lion-tailed scorpions and petrified lizards.

It is also because of the existence of Merovingian that Vengar chose to completely abandon the vehicle. At present, it seems that his choice is not wrong, and even very accurate. The red pirates do not lack heavy armor. They just need to break through, break through those siege, and take away In this world, armor would become a burden.

His raspy voice blazed through the communicator, and the Merovingian had deliberately kept the traitors' communications and power armor at their most terrifying.

At this moment, the timepiece has matured, the distance between the troops is gradually narrowing, and the distance that can be touched by the jumping backpack is reached. .

"Assault team, carry out the invasion! Death from heaven!"

"Death falls from the sky!"

Whoosh, whoosh, flames burning, jet packs soaring into the sky, nightmare angels across the sky, from trenches, from hell, from traitors, those crazy and terrible forces appeared with bolt pistols and chainswords, representing The killing and madness of it is like a curse.

If you want to ask the mortals of the empire, what can best represent the monks of Astartes, then he will definitely answer, the assault squad, the drop pod angel descends, the emperor's majesty, but at this moment when those things appear in front of him, the despair and madness brought It is even more difficult to erase.

God Emperor, there seems to be nothing good in this world!

When the angels who once guarded the empire drew their swords against mortals, the soldiers of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Gray Engar fell into chaos, but the Skadi people remained firm.

"Shoot, shoot!" Melting, plasma, laser, even though the angels moving at high speed are hard to hit, Skadi's guns still don't stop, shooting, killing, crazy.

If one person can't shoot, then two people, if two people can't shoot, then three people, if three people can't shoot, then the whole regiment, the strong firepower network even forced the flying pack troops to choose to land on the flanks with weak manpower but not easy to log in. Their honor power armor was also cracked by the heat ray attack, even the strongest shoulder armor was cracked, and some were injured.

The strong will to fight allowed the Skadi people to complete the greatness that can be praised in the empire. If they can survive, this matter can even be praised by his family. Of course, the premise is that they survive.

Dozens of flying wings like doves landed on the side of the dark castle. They were full of murderous intent and anger, like crazy messengers. The bright red armor and the traces of the eight-pointed star represented the love of the gods for them.

The ear-piercing electric sounds from their depraved grilles are accompanied by almost inhuman shouts, even mortals who get close will feel as if they have been bombed, their eardrums will rupture, and blood will flow out of their eyes.

"Death comes from heaven! The God of Blood Donation!"

The company staff officer shouted at this moment. "Fire, fire!" In the narrow and pitiful place, here is the outer wall of the castle, and there is no room for mortals to turn around. They can only face those supermen.

Bombs, chainswords, crazy stuff ravages the interior of the Imperial Guard, striding like the loyalists are worthless, only stones on the side of the road can be kicked away, and their target is the heavy weight parked on the edge. Bomb Squad, or the Skadi Elite Company, which is a strong threat to Space Marines.

A fortress full of Imperial Guards is a headache for the aliens in the galaxy to invade, but for the space fighters, it is only the level of daily training, and even the intensity of their superhuman training is far beyond the siege of mortals. .

Lasers cannot destroy their armor, but the powerful vision system and modified reflexes of Space Marines can find those Imperial Guards armed with melta or heat rays.

At this moment, the non-commissioned officer wearing the crown of the Khorne warrior in the assault force instantly beheaded a Skadi soldier wearing a complete carapace. The existence of the single-molecule warblade and the roar of the chainsword are to destroy such an individual soldier's armor. The invincible carapace can even resist the sudden approaching shooting of the orcs, but it is torn apart by the chainsaw sword like tofu, and the flesh and blood are scattered like raindrops, wet on the armor of the space warrior.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull to sacrifice the skull seat." He grabbed the conscious upper body of the Skadi soldier with extremely quick reaction time, lifted half of it, swung it like a weapon, and smashed it on the mortal body. It takes an instant to stun a soldier.

And the shooting lasers basically hit the remaining half of the carapace on the Skadi soldier's body. That thing uses the body of the loyalist as a shield and weapon, and rushes forward. Compared with efficiency, it is more deterrent And fear, this kind of battle is suitable for him.

Frenzied laughter, the gift of the gods, swirled in his heart, and he longed for such a thing when he joined the Black Heart King's army, but his joy of killing was suddenly interrupted, his shoulder armor was suddenly broken, And he has experienced countless battles and tasted this weapon.

He wiped the marks on his shoulder. "Pulse rifle?" He wondered, it should be a titanium alien, but...

He looked at the shooting position. It was a young man with good eyes, but a little immature. He was holding a modified Tau weapon and looked at him almost with hatred. This non-commissioned officer had killed many people before. The Imperial Guard also knows their rank system.

"Second lieutenant?" He said slightly frivolously, but the mortal shot again, sending humiliation in front of him, a demigod. The sergeant raised the Skadi soldier in his hand, and let the pulse rifle completely smash him, Then he said with great interest.

"Brothers, don't do anything, circle this place, I want to have fun with this kid."

He threw away the gun in his hand, unloaded the jump bag, and used only the chainsaw sword, shouting to the ensign in a voice amplified by the grille. "According to the honor of my former legion, I am applying to you for a one-on-one duel. Should you come down and fight with me, or should we start playing hide and seek? Mortals?"

He did this only because such joyful duels are the most suitable for Khorne's love. Apart from killing, the power of destruction prefers bravery and duels. Those messy things make up his complicated mood, but this champion of Khorne knows very well, How to play with the favor of one's own gods is killing and dueling.

And the second lieutenant has no reason not to accept it, he is very clear that even if he does not accept it, this terrifying demigod can slaughter all his brothers with his bare hands, if he can delay this monster with rituals and honors, then the chance of winning the battle will be even better big.

"I promise you, traitor, but I will not lay down my arms."

The sergeant replied. "It's more interesting that way." Just like cats don't kill mice, they just enjoy its struggle. He likes those who have the desire to resist more than mortals who are completely unable to resist.

The second lieutenant walked out of the bunker, and the imperial guards could only watch their commander go to die, but they couldn't stop them. In front of the killing angels, they could only hold guns, watching in fear the demigods created by the empire joking and teasing them.

"Blood, I smell your blood, it's beating in your heart, the blood loyal to the False Emperor Corpse Emperor." The sergeant wiped off the solidified thing on the chainsaw sword, and then commented on the determination of the loyalist, which made him even more excited, Send those loyal souls to Khorne, and he will be rewarded even more.

That's why he took a fancy to the second lieutenant, a strong-willed person is fun.

The second lieutenant only felt that his heart had never been beating so fast in his life. A huge giant was pressing in front of him like a god, and the omnipotent weapons in his hands were like toy guns. Fear and hesitation arose, but he was very happy. Get out of that feeling.

Tension turned into crazy adrenaline secretion, driving his ordinary body to use all his ability to survive. Fear is useless, survival only needs blood.

"Say...to your gods..., say..." The lieutenant was slurring because of the overlapping of excitement and depression, his arms were shaking, no, his whole body was shaking, he couldn't stop it, because he could feel To the monstrosity and demigod power of heretics.

But he articulated the second half so well that even the dumbest O'Gryn could understand it. "If you want blood, I'll give it to you!"

The hot wind of the battle swirled around the heights of the castle. It was hard to imagine that such a large-scale interstellar war would pin its victory and fate on such a duel, but people could not help paying attention, and Vengar did not stop it.

The gods of chaos stared at the void, the demigod brothers were looking forward to it, and the mortals crawled underground, all of them calmed down. When the huge pendulum of the Mechanicum swayed and made a sound, the demigod fell.

Fast, extremely fast, extremely crazy, the difference between the second lieutenant and him was a full hundred meters, but the second lieutenant almost felt that he was in front of him in an instant, his heartbeat was so fast that he almost went into shock, but his head was extremely clear, if he wanted to survive, he had to Must be shot.

Grab everything, that's the only way, firm belief, praise victory, look forward to...and more!
shot!
boom!
The demigod lowered his body in an instant, and a strong attack hit his shoulder armor, the pottery steel cracked, and he rushed forward like a tank.

boom!
Feeling the bloody smell on the armor, the second lieutenant felt for the first time that the smell of the original organ is not bad, even slightly sweet, as long as it is fresh enough, and the red fragments he just spit out are probably absolutely fresh.

The pain was not as strong as he imagined, and the feeling was not very clear. The adrenaline made him numb. He raised the gun and hit the traitor's armor again and again, but the sergeant didn't care, even though the skin under his armor had already festered , the plasma destroyed his muscles, and he still didn't care.

Because Khorne doesn't care who sheds blood, he just needs blood.

The sergeant didn't even use the chainsword, he was going to hold the mortal like this, let him crash into the wall, smash himself to pieces, and shower his honor.

50 meters, [-] meters, twenty... When the second lieutenant and the wall were about to have a date with their lives on the line, he realized that he was going to die, he was finished, and his life was obviously not long.

It's ridiculous to say that he had told the lieutenant colonel before that he was born in the hive capital, had nothing, and would not be afraid, but when this thing really came, he almost cried out.

"Ah... ah!" He lost his ability to speak, and at the last moment of his life, he wanted to say some last words, but it was useless.

The Chaos traitor laughed wildly. He felt the fear of the mortal in front of him, which made him happy and happy. Although this mortal did a good job, that thing became his badge and hung high on his chest.

"I thank you for the wound you left, your gun penetrated into my flesh and blood, and made me more successful in pleasing, mortals, go see the Destroyer!"

"Ha!" He unfolded his body, wanting to enjoy the blood, but suddenly felt that his body was being pulled by some force, a huge force that he couldn't break free even with his ability.

"Um?!"

At this moment, many parachutes opened in the sky, and the transport planes could not approach here. Skadi veterans could only choose to land in this way. Alan Bayer took the relic pistol and shot the traitor in the back. Gravity pulled the demigod and saved The kid survived, and he had to admit, he had to thank the second lieutenant.

He's good at stalling, but isn't it a little too crazy to go one-on-one with a Space Marine?

　How do I write more and more sloppy now, and even start to flashback

　　
　
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